This story came from a reader's suggestion and, after playing around with the concept, I finally came up with this. It is perhaps a little darker than my others but sometimes you need to try new things.
I'm sure there will be those readers, the misogynistic one's that comment on any Loving Wife story, that will tell me that the main character is weak and stupid and should have done this or that or that she's a slut and deserves whatever happens to her.
If that's the case then perhaps you should give this story a miss. Just a suggestion to save you wasting your time.
There that's my piece said and done.
For all the others who do take the time to read the story, thank you.
As always constructive comments are always appreciated.
Please remember though, it is just a story, it isn't real.
Enjoy
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THE ASSIGNMENT
Just a single early morning beam of sunlight escaped through the curtains to shine across the darkened room when the alarm woke them at six o'clock. Reaching to turn it off Jordan Reynolds yawned and stretched, rolling out of bed and reaching his arms over his muscular 6' 2" frame to ease out the tightness in his back.
Totally naked he turned and glanced down at Abby, his wife of two years.
It was unusual to find her next to him but just for a change they were both rostered for the same shift, 8 a.m. till 6 p.m., and had the unusual luxury of spending a few nights in bed together.
Laying there the gorgeous 27-year-old smiled back up at him, rubbing the sleep from her large hazel eyes, her long raven hair spread out on the pillow around her.
"This makes a nice change." Finally sitting up, she allowed the duvet to slip down to her waist, exposing her firm breasts and semi-erect nipples to him.
"Mmmmm..... It does, maybe we should make the most of it and I could come back to bed for a while."
"Aren't you satisfied after last night?" She chuckled as she got out of bed, "Go and make some tea while I take a shower."
"I'm never satisfied when it comes to you." He grinned but didn't move, just standing for a moment and taking in her naked figure, "Especially when you play our little game."
"Pervert!" Giggling she threw a pillow at him. "Now go and let me get showered. We have to go to work."
"Yes ma'am." He dodged the missile and started to pull on his boxers and t-shirt from the previous day, mock saluting her before heading down to the kitchen.
Her tea was on the table when she appeared ten minutes later, dropping into a chair and picking up her cup, leaving the bathroom free for her husband to use.
It was a good three quarters of an hour, after they had finished getting themselves ready and having had a quick breakfast, that the pair of them left the house and drove the relatively short distance to the police station.
Jordan had only been at his desk for an hour, going over the previous night's incident reports, when his phone rang summoning him to a meeting in his boss' office. Slightly puzzled at the reason for an unexpected summons he put down what he was reading and made his way up the stairs to the second floor.
"You wanted to see me guv?" He walked straight in through the open door and paused, surprised to see Abby sitting there along with a middle-aged man in a dark suit.
"Come in and close the door please Sergeant Reynolds." Normally his boss called him by his first name so the formal greeting from Superintendent Groves only added to Jordan's curiosity.
Doing as he had been asked Jordan glanced questioningly at his wife, getting a slight shake of her head in return, before he pulled up a third chair and sat down, waiting to hear what the impromptu meeting was all about.
"What I'm about to say to you stays in this room." Groves started looking between Abby and her husband, "Understood?"
They both nodded.
"Is that absolutely clear?" He added seriously, making sure he forced the point home.
"Yes sir." The two of them replied almost in unison.
"Good." The Superintendent smiled thinly and turned towards the other man, "In that case I'll hand you over to Mr Carpenter from the Ministry of Justice."
Abby and Jordan both nodded to the newcomer but neither said anything.
"Good morning. Superintendent Groves has suggested I talk to you two about a special requirement that the ministry has." He began without any preamble his voice a flat monotone, "But, as he emphasised, this matter must remain completely confidential."
"Of course." Abby said glancing at her husband for his concurrence.
"Thank you." Carpenter smiled briefly before continuing, "The ministry has need of a safe house for a while and someone to... shall we say... staff it. Something that is outside of our normal operation."
Jordan looked puzzled, "So, why come to us?"
"We believe we have a leak in the department and the person we need to.... umm... hide... is very important to a case we are building."
"And you want us to put this person up in our house?" Abby interjected clearly grasping what the meeting was about before her husband.
"Precisely. You two would be unknown to anyone outside of the three people at the ministry party to this arrangement. Myself, the public prosecutor and the head of the witness safety program. And I would be the only one who would know your exact address."
The civil servant paused and smiled coldly.
"As far as the rest of the station goes you'll both be on special assignment." Groves added quickly, "No one here will be aware of anything different either."
"Why us and for how long?" Both Jordan and Abby wanted to know.
"I selected you two for a number of reasons." The Superintendent replied a little hesitantly, "Firstly you're a couple, which makes things a lot easier. Secondly Jordan, you are firearms qualified and while Abby isn't she just needs to do her final assessment to finish it. Thirdly, you are both bloody good coppers."
"You'll receive an allowance for the use of your house as well."
The man from the ministry who had sat quietly listening and watching, waiting for some sort of reaction from the two young police officers added when the Superintendent finished.
"Can we have a few minutes to discuss things?" Abby asked after a lengthy pause.
"Certainly, but I will need a definite answer from you this morning, one way or the other." Carpenter informed them curtly, "And remember you cannot mention anything of this to anyone outside of this room."
Standing up Abby and Jordan stepped out of the office, pulling the door closed behind them.
"Coffee?" She suggested as soon as they were alone.
"I think we need one." Her husband responded starting towards the stairs.
The pair of them took off for the station canteen in the basement where, finding a quiet table, they purchased two cappuccinos and sat down looking at each other.
"Well?" She started the conversation after taking a sip of her coffee.
"That was a surprise."
"What do you think?"
Jordan shrugged, "I don't know. I guess it depends on how long we'll have to hide our guest."
"And who's after him." Abby reminded him before adding, "Don't forget they mentioned firearms. This sounds as if it might be dangerous."
"That's true."
"And what about our privacy? Do you think it will impact on that?" She continued, biting her lower lip thoughtfully.
He frowned clearly thinking it through, "I suppose it must do. Whoever it is can have the spare bedroom but we only have the one bathroom. Will that matter or do you think it will be ok."
For the next thirty minutes or so they sat and discussed the logistics of the exercise before deciding exactly what they were going to do. Then, with an agreement reached, albeit with some reservations, they returned upstairs and knocked on the door to the Superintendent's office.
"Do we have an answer?" Carpenter asked them as soon as they entered.
Abby glanced at her husband before answering for both of them, "We'll do it. But we have a couple of questions first."
"Excellent." The ministry bureaucrat smiled and indicated to the two empty seats, "Fire away."
They sat down and looked at each other.
"How long will we be expected to put him up? And, just how dangerous could this become?" It was Jordan's turn to ask the questions.
"Fair points." The ministry man nodded, "As far as how long it's hard to say. Maybe 3 or 4 weeks, maybe a little bit longer. It all depends on the prosecutor's office and their preparing for the case.
"As for any danger there shouldn't be as long as the people looking for him don't find out where he is."
"So, who are they?" Abby interjected, trying to get more of an idea of just what they were agreeing to.
"They're an international gang of people traffickers and if they find out where he's being kept it could become very risky for you both. They are extremely dangerous. I can't really say more than that."
Jordan and Abby looked at each other for a second to see if the other one wanted to say something more.
"So, when do we meet our.... guest?" Jordan enquired after a moment or two's silence.
"By the day after tomorrow, if everything goes to plan. I'll make all the arrangements and once they're done I'll be in touch with Superintendent Groves." Carpenter informed them somewhat brusquely.
"Both of you take the rest of the morning to finish up and handover whatever you need to then get yourselves off home. Also, I'll arrange for your firearms assessment to be completed tomorrow morning PC Reynolds." The Superintendent instructed.
"Sir." They both acknowledged him.
